Heavenly Sanctuary, Celestial Demon Pavilion, Gu Changyuan

Shortly after the Dragon Clan appeared, several more powerful auras erupted not far away.

This time, the auras were even more violent and primitive.

The Great Ape Clan of the Southern Wasteland.

Several burly figures appeared out of thin air, each standing like an iron tower, towering and bulging with knotted muscles.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with a rugged face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. His black hair cascaded over his shoulders, and his entire being exuded a savage and formidable aura.

He was also at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm.

Behind him followed two clansmen who were also at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, trailed by a crowd of clan members.

An elder of the Great Ape Clan at the seventh level of the Half-Immortal realm standing in the back cast his gaze upon the cultivators below. He swept his eyes over them from top to bottom, his mouth slowly splitting into a grin that revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

Then, he spoke.

His voice was gruff, completely undisguised, and echoed in the ears of everyone present:

These factions do not look like much.

He paused, glancing around with undisguised contempt in his eyes:

Every single one of you looks as frail as a leaf in the wind. Is there no one left in the Human Realm? It seems the competition for the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm this time will be much less than I imagined. How boring!

As his words fell, the crowd below instantly exploded into an uproar.

Countless angry glares shot towards the Great Ape Clan. Some hot-blooded young cultivators even gripped their weapons tightly, veins bulging on their hands.

However, at this moment, many human cultivator factions dared to be angry but not to speak out.

After all, the Great Ape Clan of the Southern Wasteland had always been renowned for their formidable combat prowess. Their physical strength was unmatched in the Demon Realm, and they were extremely skilled in close-quarters combat.

Furthermore, the forces they brought this time were incredibly strong. Just the three leading experts alone were at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm, and the disciples under them were all extraordinarily skilled.

As for the human factions that had arrived first at the Cangming Sea, they were all from the Western Continent, which was closest to this location.

Their strength was already quite inferior compared to the Central Continent, making them absolutely no match for the Great Ape Clan. They could only endure it for now, not daring to act out rashly.

The middle-aged man of the Great Ape Clan looked at the indignant but silent faces below, and the smile on his lips deepened.

He withdrew his gaze and led his clansmen to land in an empty section of the airspace. Without any pretense, they stood there brazenly, as if to say—

I will stand wherever I please.

On the Dragon Clan's immortal island, the white-haired elder glanced in the direction of the Great Ape Clan and frowned slightly, but said nothing.

The Dragon Clan and the Great Ape Clan minded their own business. As long as they did not try to steal their spot, they would let them be.

However, someone did step forward.

A figure walked out from the crowd, wearing a gray monk's robe and holding prayer beads, with a kind and peaceful face.

It was a monk at the seventh level of the Half-Immortal realm. Faint Buddhist light surrounded him, and his steps were unhurried.

Fellow Daoist, your words are mistaken. Although human cultivators act with restraint, we are by no means frail. For you to publicly humiliate us like this is a bit too—

He did not finish his sentence.

The moment the Great Ape Clan man saw the monk, his expression changed from arrogant to disgusted, as if he had just seen something filthy.

You bald donkey from the Great Wheel Bright Temple, stop your yapping here.

He waved his hand as if swatting a fly:

If you have the skills, then just fight. What are you blabbering about? That rhetoric of yours might fool those lowly cultivators, but do not come seeking attention from me.

Monk Mingxin's smile froze on his face.

The Great Wheel Bright Temple had a legacy of ten thousand years. In terms of seniority and cultivation, he was a highly ranked figure among all Buddhist cultivators in the Human Realm.

Normally, wherever he went, he was a respected existence.

But now, in front of the heroes of the world, he was being so humiliated by a great ape from the Demon Realm.

The smile on Huiming's face could no longer be maintained.

The curve of his lips stiffened slightly, and a trace of imperceptible anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He was furious inside.

But right now, it was not the time to lash out.

First, the Immortal Emperor's Secret Realm was about to open, and there was no need to waste his energy at a time like this.

Second, the Great Wheel Bright Temple most likely could not beat them.

Ultimately, he suppressed his anger, turned around, and left without staying any longer to avoid further humiliation.

Seeing the other party leave in such a sorry state, the man from the Great Ape Clan sneered, his tone full of mockery:

What a coward and a piece of trash. You do not even have the courage to declare a fight, yet you dare to come out and meddle in others' business!

Huiming's footsteps paused for a moment.

But it was only for a moment.

He did not look back and continued flying forward.

The Great Ape Clan man withdrew his gaze and looked around, a disdainful smile hanging on his lips.

He looked at all of this with satisfaction and was just about to say something else arrogant.

Suddenly.

A voice exploded from the horizon.

The voice was not loud, but it carried a majesty that lorded over heaven and earth.

Every single word exploded in the ears of everyone present like a clap of thunder:

Does a Great Ape of the Southern Wasteland from the Demon Realm even deserve to bark wildly in the Human Realm?

The entire scene instantly fell dead silent.

The smile on the Great Ape Clan man's face froze. He abruptly raised his head and roared angrily in the direction the voice came from:

Who is it? Come out if you have the guts! Are you trying to pick a fight with me? See if I do not tear your mouth to shreds!

Just as he finished roaring, an unimaginably massive phantom of an Azure Dragon suddenly appeared in the sky, blotting out the sun. Its majestic dragon aura swept across the entire Cangming Sea, causing the flying ships below to tremble violently.

The Azure Dragon obscured the sky and sun, its body stretching for hundreds of feet. Its scales were clearly visible, each one gleaming with a faint azure light.

And in the center of the Azure Dragon stood a man.

The man stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. His face was calm, and his gaze was indifferent.

He simply stood there without releasing any aura, yet he made everyone feel an invisible, oppressive weight.

Unfathomable.

Heavenly Human Holy Land, Heavenly Demon Pavilion, Gu Changyuan.

The voice was plain, but with just a single sentence, it terrified the Great Ape clansman below into instant submission. The anger on his face froze, replaced by thick fear.

Over the past ten years, the name Gu Changyuan had become thunderously famous not only in the Human Realm but also in the Demon Realm.

Initially, countless cultivators guessed that the two top-tier factions, the Heavenly Human Holy Land and the Heavenly Demon Pavilion, were founded by two different mighty figures. In the end, they discovered that the ruler of these two great factions was actually the same person.

Not only were all the disciples under his command exceptionally powerful, but his own strength was absolutely terrifying. No one knew his true cultivation realm.

They only knew that a demon cultivator at the peak of the Half-Immortal realm had once provoked him, only to be crushed to death in a single move, completely powerless to fight back.